Chased by my Ex Husband novel Chapter 70

Grace

Anticipation makes me restless. The tension wraps around us, holding us together in this strange, charged moment.

Tristin’s arms are tight around me, making sure that I feel every crevice of his hard muscle in my soft curves. His warmth seeps into me, making it impossible to ignore the growing desire simmering just beneath the surface.

For a while, we just lie there, drowning in the heavy silence. The night we spent together plays in my mind like a haunting reel.

The way his hands traced my skin. Passionate, intense, wild.

The intensity in his eyes. Smoldering, hot, electric.

The overwhelming, silent connection between us.

It felt like our bodies fit together, and I was pulled under the surface, forgetting about everything in the world but him.

I had never felt something like that before—sensations so intoxicating they steal your breath and leave you wanting for more.

I shift slightly in his hold. The small movement feels like a wrong move, but I am burning.

Tristin’s grip tightens around me ever so slightly, as if he is scared that I might start fighting again or maybe he just wants me to stay still so my ass is not rubbing over that hard spot so close to me.

His hands, warm and steady, begin to move, one resting possessively on my hip while the other gently trails up my arm.

We didn’t agree on this.

We are not supposed to be doing this.

We were fighting just a few minutes ago.

My back arches into him as shudders run down my spine at the way he touches me.

“ Grace. ” Tristin murmurs, his voice a deep, husky whisper that vibrates through me.

And this is all it takes for my eyes to close, to let him go further into this madness.

His lips find the back of my neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along my skin. The sensation is so out of this world, and I can’t help the small gasp that escapes my lips. My body reacts on instinct, arching more, pressing back against him.

His kisses become more intense, trailing from the nape of my neck to the sensitive spot just behind my ear.

His breath is hot against my skin, and I can feel the restraint in his movements as if he is holding back, allowing me to pull away and put an end to whatever we are doing.

I want to.

Yes.

No.

I want more. I don’t want to want more.

I am obsessed with his hair, I am beginning to think. I love touching them. I love how his chest rumbles every time my fingers tighten around his hair.

The kiss deepens, and I feel my defenses crumbling. I can fight anything, but I can not fight this raw passion.

His hand slides down to my waist, pulling me against him. The feel of his body pressed against mine, the heat of his skin, is intoxicating—it makes my head spin without any wound, without any drug.

And my body responds to him, moving to his every whim, chasing his touch as if I will die without it.

Tristin breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. We are both breathing heavily, the air between us charged with an electric intensity.

His eyes search mine, looking for any sign of retreat. But there is none. I am here, in this moment, with him.

“ Now tell me you don’t like it when I kiss you. ” His thumb rubs my bottom lip, which seems to be already swollen.

“ I— ”

I don’t have words in my mind.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, his expression softening. “ You can’t say that, can you? ”

My throat clogs as I breathe against his mouth and struggle to hold still. His eyes are not hard anymore—they are soft, just so gentle that they tug at my heartstrings.

“ If you don’t say that you don’t like it right now, I swear… ” He pecks my aching bottom lip. “ I swear I will take it that you do, Grace. Speak up. Say those words you said earlier. Tell me you can’t force yourself to feel anything for me. Say that you are only kissing me because you are horny, and not because it’s me. ”